Veil of Disguise

The mask blurs truth and lie in ambiguity, Somewhere, aligning with secrets subtly.

Hidden by the mask, the past, where time stands still, In the dance of concealment, no sound, no thrill.

Stories halted, emotions frozen, life merely reflecting, No one dares to peer beneath the mask, inspecting.

Eventually, the skin will harden, blood will turn to azure hue, You speak through the bones of death, with a view. After all is said and done, nothing remains in the queue.